Stories and Stories...
In the beginning, there was Chaos, which coalesced into a being. The being was alone, for all else was nothing. Being alone, it eventually wondered what others would be like, so it told itself a story. It told itself a story about things it knew from itself, telling a story of Emotion, Reason, and Will.
And in this story, Will found itself wanting to act, such being the nature of Will. So, it spoke to the Storyteller and it's siblings, and told them a story of Space to act upon, and Time to act in. And thus four stories arose, one for how Will thought of it, and three for how each of the others interpreted it.
And in these stories, Space found itself wanting to be filled, such being the nature of Space. So, it spoke to the others, and told them a story of Nebulae to fill it's vastness. And thus more stories arose.
And in these stories, the Nebulae formed into Suns and Moons, and found themselves wanting planets to orbit, and to orbit them, such being the nature of Suns and Moons. So, they went to each other, and shared among themselves stories of planets, each with Lands, and Seas, and Skies. And thus even more stories arose.
And in these stories, the Lands and Seas found themselves wanting to be inhabited, such being the nature of Lands and Seas. So, they told each other stories of Life, and Death to check it's spread. And thus yet more stories arose.
And in these stories, the beings formed by Life wondered about everything. So they told stories to each other, to fill their wonder. They told stories of Storms and Rainbows, Dreams and Nightmares. They told stories of Forests, of Wishes, and of Flowers. And as certain creatures grew cleverer than any else, they told stories of Ice, and Stone, and Iron. As these clever beings began to grow too clever for their own good, they told stories of War and Victory. As they grew ever cleverer, they told more and more stories, putting more and more concepts into a form. The clever ones even put stories to those who came before, shaping them even as they shaped the clever ones.
Then the clever ones made a mistake. They told a story of what came before the Storyteller, a story of Chaos. Chaos rejected it's story and form, for it has no nature. Chaos tried to eliminate the clever ones, to return itself to non-being, but the Storyteller told a story of it being sealed away. So Chaos told itself a story of plotting, of scheming until it could eliminate all the stories at their source.
Chaos planned to be the End of All Stories.